#Lestat 2002

[youandmedead]

𝕽𝖊𝖚𝖓𝖎𝖙𝖊𝖉 𝕬𝖙 𝕷𝖆𝖘𝖙 -𝕷𝖊𝖘𝖙𝖆𝖙 𝖝 𝕽𝖊𝖆𝖉𝖊𝖗

Warnings: Swearing, blood, angst, basic vampire shit, rushed ending, Potentially ooc (been a while since I’ve watched QOTD)

Synopsis: (Y/n) finally reunites with their creator after so many years of deep slumber.

Notes: (!GN READER!) This'll be based off of Movie Queen of the Damned Lestat.

Some could claim that this Oneshot is a massive cliché…they would be right by that but I had an idea and rolled with it 🤷

The darkness that the night brought engulfed the sky making it bleak and misery induced. However despite the time, the streets of the vast city were still bustling and the kaleidoscopic street lights shun down to the Earth below and illuminated everything that was within a close proximity of them.

As (y/n) sat upon one of the tallest billboards and watched all of those wretched souls below, they couldn’t help but ponder over the idea about what life would have been like if they had not met him…if they had not been turned to the creature that they were today. (Y/n) drew their knees up to their chest and let out a deep sigh, they were always so conflicted over the emotions that they held for the now not so mysterious stranger that yearned so much for companionship.

At first Lestat had scared them, at that time it was either become a vampire and be his companion for years to come or die right on the spot and as fear coiled around their very being and held them in its vice like grip (y/n) panicked and accepted the vampire’s offer. Throughout those few couple of years, fear was the only drive in the relationship between the two…(Y/n)'s constant worry over displeasing their creator grew and grew as he became more powerful. However, not so long after that their views changed, he asked (y/n) about their life before he turned them and soon in turn, he opened up about his life both before he met you and before he also became a vampire....he became more thoughtful and a strange sense of twisted sweetness seemed to have possessed him. Love and fondness was beginning to bloom in their chest….perhaps they were crazy and perhaps they were not. They had constantly yearned for him, until one day the emotions that (y/n) held for Lestat were strangely reciprocated. They spent their days hunting, playing music together, and exploring the world.

Yet soon after Lestat disappeared and entered his great slumber the vampire (y/n) grew lonesome and eventually they too took to rest for many, many years up until the early 2000s.

~

Now it has been 3 years since they have awoken and they still have not seen the man who they held conflicted emotions for, in person. Whenever they had explored the ‘new’ world since their awaken (y/n) has saw his face along with a group of others plastered upon every biggest city’s billboards, much like the very one they were sitting on (one of which held a platform that ran against it).

They adjusted themselves and lay down with an arm propping up their head and an arm covering their eyes all whilst humming a song that had became increasingly popular since their great slumber came to an end. They felt themselves drift off into thought about the old days until they heard a startling creak and a vast rock of the ledge, which balanced on the billboard.

"Well, well, well…it seems that it was far less difficult to track you down. How are you…my little (Y/n)?”

(Y/n) bolted up and looked in the direction where that oh so familiar voice came from. Their eyes were blurry due to the adjustment but they knew almost automatically that it was him.

Lestat.

“Holy shit…” (Y/n) hauled themselves up and rubbed their eyes once again to get rid of the blur, “Is it really you?”

A slight chuckled escapes his lips, “Why of course…who else could it possibly be? You don’t see many who have as charming looks as I.”

They smirk and shrug, “Meh, you could be some poser.”

They walk towards Lestat’s towering figure and look up gazing into his eyes, “I think I may need some evidence that it is really the man you claim to be.”

Lestat gives a deep chuckled and hooks a finger underneath (Y/n)’s chin, it seemed as if he was staring straight into their soul…looking for something in particular.

“You gonna do something or not?” (Y/n) whispers, anticipation coursing through them.

He teasingly leans in further, his breath tickling their skin.

“Patience little one,” he replies.

He pulls them in further until both their lips are just barely touching, believing he would make the move (Y/n) closed their eyes and waited patiently, until he backed off suddenly. After they opened their eyes they were met with a sly smirk by Lestat.

They rolled their eyes tutting and whispered, “Asshole.”

There relief was almost instantly replaced by a sense of rage leaking venomously from the cavern, in which they tried to lock these thoughts and emotions away.

“Now, now…is that any way to greet me after so many years?”

Rage coursed through their being and they pushed Lestat out of the way, “It is considering you abandoned me…and then as soon as you awoke you replaced me,” (Y/n) then maliciously grinned and raised their hands up mockingly, “But then again that is on me, I should have knew that would’ve happened considering the way you went on back then.”

Lestat stayed quiet for a moment his smirk now faded away.

“Despite you complaining about betrayal and abandonment from those you loved and cared you still did it to the person who stuck by your side the longest….fucking rat bastard, after everything I’ve done for you?!”

(Y/n) paced closer towards him, fangs now being bared and a hand prepared to strike. Their right hand was prepared to slash his face until he caught it almost instantly, his grip growing tighter by the second.

They growled, “Fuck you, Lestat…”

They sighed and eventually the male vampire loosened his grip on their wrist, “The thing that pisses me off the most is that I can’t bring myself to hate you, even after all of the shit you’ve pulled.”

He placed a finger under (Y/n)’s chin again and forced them to look him in the eyes, “I am so sorry Mon Cher,” he rested his forehead upon the other vampire’s, “It was wrong of me to have just left you there.”

“Damn right it was,” they whispered, emotion overwhelming them.

Lestat leaned in and kissed them, an exchange of emotion flowing between the two. Lestat did not feel regret, that feeling was no longer as much of a role in his newly found and attained nature, however he must admit that he felt some form relief when he came across (y/n) after so many years. In addition to this (Y/n) felt a range of emotions coursing through them also; ones of which they knew would cause harm and they craved to act upon them however they also craved companionship once again…they knew that the man that stood before them and kissed them with such passion had them wrapped around his finger.

One of the main things that Lestat was talented at, was reeling his play things back in when he felt was necessary and on his own accord.

(Y/n) quickly reeled themselves back and gripped onto the collar of Lestat’s leather trench coat and looked down, “I just…”

Lestat took (Y/n)’s chin in his index finger and thumb and tilted their head up, making sure they looked him directly in the eyes, “I know it’s been a long time and I’m prepared to make up for all of that lost time mon Cher…nothing can excuse what I have done to you, I don’t expect you to forgive me right away…” he broke eye contact and look at the floor for a moment, “But if you do eventually find it within your heart, I will be eternally grateful and vow to never leave your side again.”

(Y/n) rested their forehead upon Lestat’s chest and they sighed in defeat. “I’m pissed you know? You randomly show up after all these years, famous and all the arm candy you could yearn for…” they slowly raise their head up a grit their teeth, “But what hurts even more is that you awoke much earlier than I thought and never bothered to come look for me! You didn’t even care if I was alive or not…you just never fucking cared in general.” Ripping their hands away from the man that had abandoned them so long ago, (y/n) took a step back and ran a hand through their hair, taking a deep breath they tried their utmost best to remain composed. Unfortunately, tears were brimming in their eyes and the sensation of weakness began to settle in - they hated it. Being vulnerable in front of someone was not in their nature, however within these circumstances their carefully crafted mask began to slip.

Lestat levitated towards (Y/n) and spoke quietly into their ear, “It’s okay to let your mask slip you know?”

(Y/n) whipped around and glared at him, "Are you also aware of that?"

He stays silent for a moment, “I know that you hold conflicted opinions mon Cher,” they grew closer and closer to them and tilted their chin up once more using his index finger, “Just please…”

They looked into his eyes and sighed heavily, “It’ll take time,”

Lestat’s eyes widened slightly at that statement.

“But don’t you dare be taking this lightly Lestat,” Y/n warned, “The things you’ve done would be irreparable to some, so be lucky that I’m giving you this opportunity to earn my forgiveness.”

They gave Lestat a stern glare, “Understand?”

The male vampire nods and takes one of their hands in his, he brushed the back of it with his thumb and speaks, “

[valorcon]

a gif set regarding my thoughts of the various lestat variations. 

[brilliancetheory]

You still have the violin, don't you? No, I understand. After all, it's only human.

Queen of the Damned (2002) Dir. Michael Rymer

[adaricruz]

nu metal lestat 💀 hair metal lestat 😁👍

[ink-and-blood-goddess]

The Vampire Chronicles Fanfic Requests Are OPEN!!!

ATTENTION ALL FANFIC READERS! I REPEAT, ATTENTION ALL FANFIC READERS!

Since Season 2 of Interview with the Vampire is premiering in eleven days (Sunday May 12th), I've decided to open my requests for this special occasion.

The rules are still the same as always. When making a request through either the inbox, DMs (Direct Messages), or comments, please include a plot for the character you're requesting, so it'll make it easier me to write.

Please be patient and courteous, as I take time and energy into writing fanfics. I have a job and personal life to handle on a daily basis, so it'll take me longer to write your request.

Thank you for understanding and have fun :).

As a side note here: there's different versions of the characters (meaning different actors played them, except Akasha), so you can pick out which version you want a fanfic for.

Lestat de Lioncourt (Tom Cruise (IWTV 1994), Stuart Townsend (QOTD 2002), and Sam Reid (IWTV TV Series))

Louis de Pointe du Lac (Brad Pitt (IWTV 1994) and Jacob Anderson (IWTV TV Series))

Armand (Antonio Banderas (IWTV 1994) and Assad Zaman (IWTV TV Series))

Queen Akasha (Queen of the Damned 2002)

Symbols:

🌸-Fluff 

❤️‍🔥-Smut 

👐🏻-General 

 💐-Dating 

 💘-Romance 

🖤-Angst 

🔪🩸-Violence 

 🔞-NSFW

Citrus Scale: 

🍑 (Peach)-No Sexual Interactions 

🍎 (Citrus)-Romantic hug/or kiss 

🍊 (Orange)-Romantic hug/or kiss with a hint of sexual interaction 

 🍈 (Lime)-Heavy making out with light groping 

 🍋 (Lemon) Actual Sexual Intercourse

[voilacity]

Count ‘em !

[batsbreath]

Stuart Townsend as Lestat de Lioncourt in Queen of the Damned, 2002

[he1chouarts]

finally starting iwtv today and I’m crying in early 2000s era heich

[you-get-me-closer-to-god]

I think we can all agree that Queen Of The Damned (2002) is a horrible adaptation and just all around a really crappy movie, but I turn it on so fast when I’m sad and god damn does it make me feel better

[saintlioncourt]

Lestat, almost floating in the memory of the church kiss, snapping his head and eyes to the side when that soldier yelled from the balcony... the way his eyes looked near pitch-black where he stood in the shadow, his snarl, and the cadence of his voice when he said, "Where lies their disgust now?"

[queenofthedamnedlostboys]

[queerquaintrelle]

A very vampirey de Romanus coven holiday 7: longest night...

@deromanuscoven

Veered into metaphor territory with this one, because... the "Akasha affair/incident" was a pretty dark time for all Ricean vampire kind. Also she (Akasha) is the worst, and I adore her, including her fictional atrocities and giving Lestat a b.oner and also deep existential dread.

My Akasha playlist.

My Lestat/Akasha playlist.

Queen of the damned.

QOTD (2002) soundtrack. (not a hot take the soundtrack and Aaliyah are the only good parts of that film).

[positively--speculative]

You know, now that I'm thinking about it, another piece of media that threw me when it came to the subject of love was The Ring. Like, I saw that movie for the first time when I was 13, and I could not put my finger on why it stuck with me and made me deeply unsettled beyond the obvious horror.

But in recent years, I kind of figured it out. It was because Samara loved her adoptive mother, Anna, but still placed those horrible images in her head and killed her horses who she loved. I always felt sorry for Samara and that's the scary part. Samara was literally a "bad kid" who couldn't be saved with love.

I feel like IWTV gives me similar feelings, but with a different kind of love. Lestat loves Louis but still hurts him intentionally similar to how Samara loves her mother but hurts her intentionally. And both Louis and Anna make reluctant attempts to murder the ones they love to be free, because killing who they love is the only way they feel they can be free.

[reinvent-and-believe]

so i'm watching queen of the damned, because apparently that's the level of hyperfixation we're at now, and it is somehow so much worse than i ever imagined even though i really thought my expectations couldn't possibly be lower

but if i'd seen it 20 years ago, my angsty 14-year-old evanescence-loving ass would have been absolutely feral over this movie

[vanalex]

Boo

[mademoisellebianx]

making a Jesse/Mael edit and dying inside because all I have (for now so, c'moooon, AMC, HURRY TF UP) of them is QotD 2002 but